How to meditate by Jack Kerouac

– lights out –

fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous

ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,

the gland inside of my brain discharging

the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as

I hap-down and hold all my body parts

down to a deadstop trance – Healing

all my sicknesses – erasing all – not

even the shred of a "I-hope-you" or a

Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind

blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought

comes a-springing from afar with its held-

forth figure of image, you spoof it out,

you spuff it out, you fake it, and

it fades, and thought never comes – and

with joy you realize for the first time

"Thinking's just like not thinking –

So I don't have to think

any more"

Many more records of Kerouac's foray into Eastern teachings can be found in The Portable Jack Kerouac. Complement this particular one with neuroscientist Sam Harris on the paradox of meditation, journalist Jo Marchant on how our minds actually affect our bodies, and David Lynch on meditation as a creative anchor, then revisit Patti Smith's masterful music adaptation of Kerouac. Source: BrainPickings